...the pleasure of finally making a clean break into misery after always dangling above it's canyon...

If a machine can convincingly imitate humanity—can persuade a human being of its kinship—then what makes it inhuman? What, after all, is human thought but a series of electrical impulses?

A hotel room all to myself is my idea of a good time.

Had the love been perennial, there won’t have been murders of wives by husbands and murders of husbands by wives, who were lovers at a point of time.

With an artist no sane man quarrels, any more than with the colour of a child's eyes.

They need a role model. They need a star!

"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."

Birth control is nothing more or less than...weeding out the unfit.

Words are objects of a color and a size and a form and a shape.

Let us therefore yield ourselves and bow to the authority of the Holy Scriptures, which can neither err nor deceive.

Terry Bradshaw couldn’t spell ‘cat’ if you spotted him the ‘C’ and the ‘A’.

There's no substitute for a great love who says, 'No matter what's wrong with you, you're welcome at this table.'